I’ve been looking back to January of last year, when I had my hip operation. Pamela has a brilliant website, which she started when she had to have a new hip at pretty short notice, and she contacted me when I wrote about my operation. In a recent post, she wrote about what happened on the day of her operation and I offered to send her what I wrote about mine which, as most of you will remember, I had done under a spinal anaesthetic while I was entirely awake, without sedation. It’s a good job I wrote it down at the time, I wouldn’t remember it in detail now.
It’s rare that a day goes by without me thinking about my hip, but not because there’s any problem. It’s pure gratitude, that I live in an age when a clapped-out joint can be replaced so straightforwardly. My friend John (who has rheumatoid arthritis) has chosen not to have an operation, but he was fifteen years older than I was when our respective hips started to cause serious problems. I understand and sympathise with his reasons not to get his ‘done’, although I don’t think I’d have made the same decision. Certainly it was making me older than I needed to be. Now I can do what I want and have no pain or restricted movement.
No sign of the baby putting in an appearance. Weeza having built herself up to its prompt arrival, has now relaxed and is resigned to waiting. She hadn’t made many preparations for Zerlina’s birthday (the party will be next month) but we’re invited over tomorrow – that is, Dilly and the children and I will go, the Sage probably won’t make it and Al will be at work. The whole family will go over on Sunday, unless that’s the baby’s birth day.
Work has been continuing on the drive, the Sage having decided to put in a kerb on both sides. It’s taking ages, but will be an excellent job. I’ll take some pictures in the next few days, I haven’t for ages and one forgets what it was like beforehand.